Well I finshed my taxes on time and I still feel like they suck!  America needs to change to the fair tax plan.  Although I am getting cash back, it is not nearly what is should be.  Does anyone want to get married just for the tax break?  I mean, seriously, we get taxed for every fucking thing and to top it off the goverment still wants more.  And they give our money to stupid pork bellied projects, other countries(screw them, let them get their own act together) yet they pull back on funding for schools so we have to go and get lotteries to try to support the school system.  Our tax system must go and we need better political personel in proper positions to make the right decisions.  Maybe I should tap into the pork belly projects.  I will call mine, "Internet Ambiance.  What is it Really Like?" Maybe the Prez will sign off for it?  I could study nothing at all, search the internet and get paid by the government.  Sounds like a game plan.

Meanwhile, back at the farm...  Mattie was on a warpath a minute ago.  She heard something outside and had to go out and see what is going on.  She was jumping at the door wanting out.  My guard dog Mattie.  Watch out, don't mess with her. 

I want to bitch a little more.  Why is it that some people seem to have to give you  a three paragraph answer to a simple yes or no question?  Do they like to hear themselves talk?  ARGH!  Are they trying to justify their answers to themselves while they respond?  Why do they talk about themselves during the response?  I don't care about how bad a day you are having or anything else that you have to say just get the frigging point.  And why can't some people learn how to be more tactful?  Is it too hard for them to be polite in thinking about what they are saying or maybe to think before they speak?  Huh?  No that might be too hard. Geez, I wish I could just slap some sense into some people.  Yes this is about some people I work with.  I wish I was in charge so I could just tell them to shut the hell up sometimes.  "Straight to the point, to the point no fakin.  Cooking mc's like a pound of bacon."  I think some of my co-workers need to hear that lyric and embed it in their brain.

I think I might be through bitching for a moment.

Mariah.  Since I have stopped talking to her she has been asking other co-workers if I am mad at her.  i have truthfully said, "No, I am not".  On Thursay, Jimmy told me she asked him twice if I was mad at her and I told him no.  But I did not elaborate on the subject.  Friday she was working at the counter for the day because the area she works in was getting the floors retiled.  She stood out like a diamond in the rough.  There are all these ugly, rugh looking guys, and then you see her.  You witness a flower exposing it's beauty in the middle of the desert.  I tried so hard not to look at her or even notice her when I was up talking to Jimmy.  But one time, as I was walking through the lobby, we caught each others eyes.

My heart stopped.  It seemed like forever when it was only a moment that we looked at each other.  I can see forever in her eyes.  She is beauty untold.  Precious as precious can be.  There is so much of her.  So much to be found.  Too bad I am not the one to do the search.

So I will keep it on the down low.  Just going to work to get paid.  I guess I am done.